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And they will come again by Giovanna Nosarti
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And they will come again

the sirocco winds, the frosts

the north winds to crumble

the walls of the houses.

 

And they will come again

the damp evenings in front of an open fire

to suck out the residual sap

of sylvan life

while winter is getting ready

outside.

 

And they will come again

the buds that act as prelude

to the sun

and then the torrid summers

staring at the sea

waving against the sky

while the green invites us

to let go the moorings. 

 

(Translation by Susan Perry) 

 

From Soffriggono allegramente i fiaschetti (2015)

© Piero Manni (Lecce)

Dog-rose. Photo by Nicola Amato

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